"Shut up!"

Cantle roared.

"Use it, I heard that His Highness the Saint has never used that kind of technique, that kind of forbidden technique that devours human life."

Laura ignored the glare of the mortal above, her enchanting voice was like the temptation of a demon.

"It was clearly a technique created by some old guy. It was used so frequently in the war a hundred years ago. Why is it still 'reserved' again?"

Didier added that the heavy pressure on his hands did not stop.

There was another riot in the city, and it was obvious that the words of the two great sin sects were not completely useless.

"Gener of the Holy Guard! What exactly do they say!?"

There were a large number of knights asking.

Cantle hesitated and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a majestic female voice.

"Canter."

He just called his name lightly, and he stopped again, looking up at Joan of Arc, who had a stern look.

But more and more soldiers gathered around him. Looking at the crumbling barrier, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "It is a forbidden technique. The forbidden technique that the Pope's crown had developed can devour life and replenish magic!"

As soon as these words were said, the scene fell into unprecedented silence.

Even the three great sin sects outside the city stopped attacking, looking like they were watching the show.

After a long silence, a team leader spoke first.

"Gener of the Holy Guard... means, can we devour our lives and replenish our magic power?"

It was originally something as evil as the Protestant, but when he spoke, he did not feel disgusted at all, and his eyes were filled with light.

"Canter, I'll shut you up!"

Joan of Arc's angry voice came from above, but Cantel was not looking up, and more and more soldiers gathered towards him, as if they wanted a positive answer.

"yes."

Cantel nodded heavily.

"Then start soon, what should I do!"

A small team leader said anxiously, picking up his weapon and lying it in front of his chest, as if he wanted to give his life immediately.

"I'm a bad life. If I can give it some use, it's worth it."

"Cao, Bro, I have told you many times. You are a knight, and you should be more civilized!"

"Hey, old captain, you swear too."

"I'll come too, start soon!"

“…”

More and more knights agreed, and Kanter was surrounded by people.

"Is this what you want?"

Cantel said through the gap, smiling sarcastically.

Under the city, the great sin priest curled his lips.

"Tsk, it's not interesting."

They thought this could trigger riots in the city and make many mortals afraid of Joan of Arc, who had extraordinary power, but it seemed to have a counterproductive effect.

However, no matter what, their real purpose is about to be achieved.

"Kanter, how dare you break the Holy Order!"

Joan of Arc's voice was filled with anger.

Cantel just looked up and smiled, "Sir, you have never been your Highness for many years. I feel strange to the word "Holy Order"..."

After pausing, he continued, "Besides, if you die, we will not be able to survive... Don't worry, I will be the first one."

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As he said that, he took the lead in walking towards the city, following the dragon behind him.

The houses in the city were also open, and the women and children looked at the blood-stained knights, with their faces solemn.

He came to the former residence of Knight Lancelot and took out a box from it, which contained a miniature magic circle.

It is very humane. There is a small magic stone inside that can be activated. When it comes to the center of the square, the magic circle opens, the light is weak, and it will not last long.

"Sir Saint, you should understand the current situation. We are voluntarily. Don't refuse or have any burden. Just break the barrier and die like a dog. It's not the way I, Cantel, want to die. I believe everyone is the same."

Cantel said, looking back at the many knights who followed him.

"The fifth team of the Second Holy Guard, Kobolai, beg for death!"

"The First Saint Guards, the Second Team, Bris, beg for death!"

"The Third Holy Guard First Team, Connon, begging for death!"

“…”

The knights took a step forward, put their fists in front of their chests, raised their heads and shouted loudly, like the roar of their souls.

Joan of Arc in the air was silent as she watched the scene. Her magic power had already bottomed out. If she continued to overdraw, her life would reach the end in half an hour.

God, why do you want to make such a choice?

After a long time, she felt the barrier breaking again and nodded with tears.

The light hits the magic circle below, linking the structure.

Cantel looked at Joan of Arc in the air with guilt, and then stepped into the magic circle first, feeling the loss of life and the drying of flesh and blood, but he showed a peaceful smile.

Finally... I'm going to be free from this hell.

…………

“Meow!!!”

Qiuqiu was surprisingly angry, but because of being "binding", it couldn't even stand up from Zhang Xuansheng.

"Meow, boss!"

Qiuqiu shouted to Zhang Xuansheng.

Zhang Xuansheng was a little surprised when he looked at the light that kept illuminating in the city. He also saw Marcy in the crowd. The proud female knight saluted him with hope.

She believed that she was not going to die fearlessly. They believed that this barrier was not delaying the time of death. They trusted Zhang Xuansheng, a person who had shown the glory of the gods, to lead the land of God to hope.

"Qiuqiu... People in the abandoned land of God cannot eat enough or wear warm clothes. They are shrouded in the fear of the Protestants under the evil gods all day long. What do you think supports them to live?"

Zhang Xuansheng comforted Qiuqiu with his hand and asked leisurely, not knowing whether he was asking Qiuqiu or asking himself.

“…”

Qiuqiu was also asked, remembering the boy named Zeta who he had seen in the town before.

When you are hungry, you will instinctively seek survival, and when you are rational, you will seek death in your heart.

Yes, I can’t eat enough and wear warmly, I’m afraid all day long, live in pain, and see no hope.

What's the point of living?

It is better to return to the embrace of death in order to seek easy liberation.

There is no need to starve or be afraid, and put the only hope in the illusory next life.

But these soldiers in front of them are not. No matter how dangerous the battlefield or how powerful the enemy is, they have not defeated their will.

They can smile and hug the Protestants tightly, give their partners behind them a chance to pierce them, or they can give the Protestants a middle finger before they die, and use their remaining strength to greet the other party’s non-existent relatives.

Yes, the latter looks like a gangster in the market, but at that moment it looks like a real knight... It's extremely contradictory.

Even now, these people are going to die with a smile.
Chapter completed!